The Weeping Maid

As God and Goddess we may ride towards the midnight
Sun of eternal grace, yet only if you allow it for I shall
Never forget those moments brief we held together
Just as I will never forget every time I wanted to simply
Reach out and hold you, to kiss you, to undress you and
To know you as beauty incarnate. Thou, the weeping maid,
Thou art the soul who ran her fingers through my hair
And incited my care and affection for all of eternity.

by David Lacey

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